Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tanzania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Yusef Lateef to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Durutti Column,
Eurythmics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sparks,
Thompson Twins,
Circle Jerks,
The Motions,
X-Ray Spex,
Nils Olav,
Gong,
Stiv Bators,
The Buckinghams,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ice-T,
Erasure,
David Axelrod,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Sheep,
Shuggie Otis,
Adolescents,
Scientists,
DJ Style,
the Fania All-Stars,
UT,
Talk Talk,
Funky Four + One,
The Gun Club,
Scrapy,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Wells,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Moon,
Average White Band,
The Gladiators,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sex Pistols,
Joyce Sims,
Freddie Wadling,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Gang Dance,
a-ha,
The Vogues,
Morten Harket,
Roger Hodgson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang On A Can,
The Trojans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Franke,
Ituana,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
PIL,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.